1. Laney Scoops the City


    Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: LushStories, Rating: 95.8, Source: sexstories.com

    Make yourself useful." Laney moved tentatively to the bench and observed as he curled his palms around the bar, heaving it and its huge discs from the cradle, lowering it to his chest. She stared at those shifting packs of muscle as he pumped his set, and at how perspiration glossed his body's rippling surface. Time on the building sites since he had come out of prison had tanned his shoulders deep brown (Laney recalled Mike telling her that Milazzo worked construction), while reinforcing that iron brawn. The raw power with which he pushed up the bar and the control with which he dropped it had every sinew straining. His stubble-shadowed face, not unhandsome, was contorted with effort. He counted twenty reps before pumping the bar upwards one final time and setting it back in its bracket. "Done," he said. "Get me a glass of water." “What? Yeah, sure…” Laney stared around confused for a moment, before locating the kitchen and a water glass by the faucet. She brought him the refreshment he had demanded and observed nervously as he drank it down, trying not to fixate on the tightness of his jeans around his crotch. "So," he said, setting down the glass and casting an appraising glance over her formally attired body, "Lois fuckin' Lane… What you got for me that you didn't last time?” Now that the moment came, Laney almost faltered. But she had prepared for this moment and was ready to see it through. Sometimes you gotta get dirty… "I want to make a deal," she said, trying to ...
    mask the quake in her voice. "I think you want to tell your story and I get all the reasons why you're holding back. You don't know me and have no reason to believe I'd keep your name out of it if my editor was demanding that I confirm my source." "’Bout the size of it," he said, eyes lingering on the straining buttons of her tight silk blouse. Deliberately tight. "You want certain people to suffer, right?” she pursued. “I know you spent time in prison and kept other people out. You want to name names, but since Mike’s not here, you need to know that you can trust me instead." He met her eyes and for the first time it was her mind he was appraising, rather than her body. "Yeah, and I don't see how I can do that." "I think I do." Christ, was she really going through with this? Now or never, girl. Her hand delved into her bag past the pepper spray and found the crucial item. "I'm going to give you this." She withdrew the digital camera from the bag and handed it to him. Jake stared at the object she had placed in his palm and then back at her. She’d surprised him. "Lemme get this straight..." "You talk, I let you film." She swallowed back her trepidation. "Whatever you want to film. I keep your name out of the paper, you keep your home movie to yourself. Then neither of us can afford to fuck over the other." Her own use of the f-word shuddered her whole body. Jake poked at the camera, staring at her through the view-finder and swiftly working out how to operate it. He held it in ...
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